It’s true. Cats make a mess.
It’s true. Cats make a mess.
I bought two baby books from Amazon that finally arrived yesterday. Both deal with communication, but in different ways.
Do not bathe your baby immediately after nursing. He will be uncomfortable and then spit his entire meal back up. Somehow this fact did not pop up when I googled, so let me share the wealth of my knowledge and post this warning. Beware!
Today I made a meal of my own invention: fresh butternut squash ravioli from Longo’s, topped with a whole bunch of asparagus, peeled and boiled quickly a la Julia Child, then smothered with a proper decadent lemon cream sauce made with garlic, onion, cream, an egg yolk, mint, lemon juice and zest. I’m not very good at sauces and usually rely on cornstarch to do the trick. This recipe was intimidating because it could curdle if allowed to boil after the yolk was added. But it did not boil! Not curdle! And it thickened beautifully! The texture was so superb that the flavor was a bonus - it was scrumcious! ! my husband gave it rave reviews and left his plate squeakily clean to show his appreciation.
My husband normally irons on a weekday morning, just what he is going to wear that day. Some shirts take longer to iron than the morning rush allows, based on the fabric or details, and these tend to languish in the back of the closet unworn.
I’ve taken over all the ironing while I’m off work. It’s a good task that I can do while the baby naps or as he watches while kicking away on the bed. My goal is to iron more than five shirts each week and thus start to clear out that backlog.
Currently ten shirts are ironed. I picture it being so satisfying when the whole closet is done! Is that crazy?
This makes me happy! There is a benefit to my baby for letting him be in charge of the household schedule.
But honestly I couldn’t imagine ignoring him when he’s hungry in order to follow a set schedule.
When baby makes the transition to solid foods, we’ll make him food that looks like animals!
Our roast beef with all the trimmings dinner wasn’t ready for 6:30pm…nor 7:30pm. The roast vegetables (potato and rutabaga) were far from complete so the beef had to sit on a warmer plate and wait. Then as I hit the critical gravy and yorkshire pudding flurry, the baby needed feeding. The puddings puffed up golden brown and flaky, but were burnt on the bottom and stuck to the muffin pan. As dinner finally reached the table, the baby was overtired and cranky. My suggestion was to lay him in the crib with the mobile playing and let him drift off to sleep. Unsuccessful, we switched to taking turns rocking him until my husband’s expert touch soothed him to sleep. Now it’s 9:20 and I am feeding him again while my husband cleans the kitchen.
Timeline for Tonight’s Dinner. We’re having roast beef, roasted potatoes and Yorkshire puddings.